Now and then I pace my place.
I can't retrace how I got here.
I cheat the light to check my face.
It's slightly harder than last year.
And all at once it gets
Hard to take.
It gets hard to fake
What I won't be
'Cause one of these days
I'll be born and raised,
And it's such a waste
To grow up lonely.
I still have dreams,
They're not the same.
They don't fly as high as they used to.
I saw my friend.
He's in my head,
And he said, "You don't remember me, do you?"
Then all at once it gets
Hard to take.
It gets hard to fake
What I won't be
'Cause one of these days
I'll be born and raised,
And it's such a waste
To grow up lonely.
I still got time. I still got faith.
I call on both of my brothers.
I got a mom, I got a dad,
But they do not have each other.
So line on up
And take your place,
And show your face
To the morning
'Cause one of these days
You'll be born and raised
And it all comes on without warning.
